Chapter 285 is no stranger to visitors

Tyres bit his teeth and control the movements of the body.

calm!

Calm, Tyres!

This is not a battle of life and death!

"boom!"

In the next second, Nie Lai skillfully let the shield of Tyres open, and a sword hit his weapon!

Tyres only felt that the sword in his hand was shocking and instantly came out.

"When it is!"

The long sword of Tyres landed.

He sighed and faced Nie Lai's epee on his shoulder, and the hand was surrendered.

The battle is over.

"You really like to go to God," the comet took back his epee and sneered at him: "Like the past, I really enjoy fighting in battle?"

Tyres showed a helpless smile and did not refute.

Only he knows, just, "that" is coming again.

A year ago, Taylors encountered similar situations in training.

A sparring Northland warrior, with a fighting axe, cut his shield and split it, and the debris hit the prince's jaw and neck.

At that moment, at the moment when the neck artery was threatened, the sin of the prison river was like a frightened hedgehog, and it rushed out!

Let the original dizzy taylor a spirit.

He instinctively knows how to fight back: quickly throwing a long sword, spinning forward, and squeezing sideways into the enemy's side as the axe blade scrapes his cheeks, slamming the danger of being cut by the axe blade, punching the enemy's throat !

At that moment, Tyres was like a beast of fried hair, and there was only one thought in his heart: fighting.

Under the blessing of the sin of the prison, he may be able to hit the throat cartilage of the other side.

Then he was cut into the side of the rib by the other's axe.

If Tyres didn't wake up halfway through the middle, stop and give up the attack.

In the end, the soldier could not control his strength, scratched the prince's arm and apologized. Everyone thought that it was a miss in training.

But at the time, only the terrible Taylors knew: it was not the opponent's miss.

It’s his own, a thrilling counterattack that didn’t go to the end.

At that moment, the first time that the lingering tales deeply understood the essence of the sin of the prison river, the initial understanding of the black sword: don't use it as a tool, but as a companion to the dialogue.

Since then, Niely has decided to personally be a partner of Tells – compared to other people, the extremes can perfectly control the rhythm and intensity of the battle without unnecessary damage.

Since then, Taylors has consciously warned about the occurrence of similar situations, so as not to cause such a great disaster as "the prince of the stars smashed the human life and arbitrarily killed in training."

Time is back to the present: Tyres, who has a heart, caressing his heart, only feels **** and difficult to calm down.

Just as Nie Lai’s sword wind swept past his forehead, the sin of the prison river was as restless as the beast that violated the territory: it frantically filled his leg muscles and rushed to him. The brain, paralyzed his fear, seems to be dying to death: open the shield, step on foot!

Through the agility of the moment of liberation, reflexively greeted the enemy's sword.

Adventure counterattack!

Just counterattack... you can...

Can...

Taylor followed his forehead and sighed long.

But he can't do that.

The idea at that time, the way of fighting...

too exaggerated.

It’s just that both sides are hurt.

The black sword did not seem to say that this kind of power that is never lifted, when the so-called sin of the prison river is launched, is there such a "wildness"?

Tyres shook his head and shifted his gaze elsewhere, trying to throw away the thoughts in his mind.

"Hey!"

The voice of the comet's dissatisfaction came again.

"You'd better concentrate on the spirit," Niely said coldly:

"Don't look at her again."

The eyes of the comet are especially cold.

When Teres was shocked, it reacted: he was unconsciously, and he had already turned his eyes to another pair of people who were doing outdoor exercises.

Not far from them, Longmao City Grand Duke, Selma Walton, dressed in a light safari, learned to use the dagger to defend himself under the guidance of Lord Justin, and the cheeks sweated because of exercise. red.

Tyres sighed: he knew that Nilailai had misunderstood the reason for his distraction.

but……

Taylors remembered the penultimate paragraph of the Gilbert letter:

[... In addition, although I am very pleased with your political efforts to strengthen the diplomatic relations between the two countries, I would like to remind you that in the interaction with Ms. Walton, please separate the political and personal feelings clearly. . If you can deepen the friendship of the Dragon Girl City Grand Duke, the hand-grinding glasses of the Punk Master Workshop will be affordable even if it is expensive, but if this friendship rises one step further, it is worth discussing: the friendship is Good, love is terrible...]

Damn Gilbert...

Isn’t he far from the stars in the country, in the end, what are some inexplicable rumors?

However, Tyres thought of what Putier said yesterday, and felt a little dull.

[The poor little girl...]

[To marry someone. 】

Taylor slowly leaned down and picked up the sword on the ground.

"why?"

Nie Lai blinked a little: "What?"

"When King Nunn died six years ago, why are you still willing to be loyal to..." Taylors shook his sword and remembered the night of changing his destiny, dignified. "She obviously is not... you know What am I referring to?"

The identity of Selma...

Selma’s marriage...

The vassals of Longyan City...

Your own identity...

After thinking about it yesterday and before, Tyres felt inexplicably.

Nie's face changed.

"Be careful with your wording, little prince."

The icy atmosphere of the comet began to infiltrate the faint hostility: "especially in a city full of hostility to you."

"Thank you for reminding."

Tyres shrugged his shoulders and re-raised his sword: "So, King Nunn is a success. Now the Walton family still rules the city of Longyan. You and Brisbane are surrounded by the female grandfather."

"But Selma is a woman with a lack of prestige... Or will it be forced by the local vassals to marry a local Walton child?" The prince gritted his teeth: "This is really You, is Brisbane, is King Nunn wanting?"

The next moment, Nie Lai has a sword!

The well-prepared Taylors calmly stepped back and prepared to unload with a shield - hehe?

This time, Niely's epee was deflected strangely before hitting the shield!

It seems that there was no effort before.

"boom!"

With a giant sword back, sweeping the left knee of Taylors!

Tyler, who lost his balance, felt awkward and felt that he was about to fall to the ground.

The sin of the prison river has come up!

Unexpectedly, before the sin of the prison river came into play, Nikola, who was merciless, decided to put aside the epee that was difficult to return, a boxing, and smashed his ribs!

The pain hit.

Followed by numbness.

"When it is!"

Tyres' shield and long sword both landed.

"thump!"

His body also fell to the ground.

Wyah, who was watching the battle, exclaimed.

Tyles cold sweating on the abdomen lay down on the ground, his face twisted and curled up.

He completely failed before the sin of the prison river reacted.

Instantly lost all the resistance.

At that moment, Tyre's luck, along with his self-respect, disappeared.

The little self-consolation of "I just suppressed the sin of the prison river", under the unrelenting attack of Nilailai, smashed.

"Today is here," the comet with a terrible face, screaming unceremoniously: "Your movement is still a mess."

"There are no more stupid students than you."

"And, how is the woman, not related to you."

Nie Lai left the last sentence and turned coldly and left.

Wyah and Rolf quickly followed up and raised the long-cold, sweaty Thales.

"In the end, he used the power of the end, right?"

That guy... is deliberate!

Thales groaned with painful ribs and said: "Is it cheating?"

"I don't have the power to end bullying?"

Wyatt and Rolf face each other.

"When I have the power to end..."

Wyatt sighs softly:

"I am blunt, my Royal Highness, the military swordsmanship of the Northland is still a little... old, in general, if you can't wake up the corresponding end of power before the age of eighteen..."

"Not to mention... even if you are awakened to the end, the presence of the comet, mostly..."

The unlucky Tyres had to sigh.

After the outdoor training, Taylors got to the side of Selma in two or two steps.

Looking at the girl who had just finished training and her face was red, the prince once again ignored the dissatisfied eyes of the female and the two maids, and gathered in her ear.

"Selma, listen," said Tyres seriously and seriously: "In the afternoon, we need to talk."

"It’s in the library."

Selma, who sorted the clothes, frowned, habitually lowered his head and whispered:

"What are you talking about?"

"About us... cough, in fact, it’s about your marriage, I always feel inside..."

Selma's face instantly became difficult to look at, and the pinch-nose glasses on her face trembled slightly.

The girl pouted and looked at Taylors with dissatisfaction.

"There is nothing to say, this is not with you..."

At this time, a low-pitched, but very powerful voice came from behind.

"Madam! Your Excellency!"

The tone of the regency of Brisbane's regency, even after ten steps, Tyles can feel a bit: "Sorry to bother."

Accompanied by the entourage, the hair was gray, and the pace of the still-reliable Brisbane regent came slowly and looked serious.

The old regent steadily stopped in front of them.

The Earl of the Earl first swept the tales around the female prince with a gaze of sight, and the deep meaning in his eyes made the prince unable to back down.

Brisbane regained his gaze and bowed slyly to Selma, then nodded gently to the female officer, "Please change dress now and need a formal dress."

Selma slightly frowns: "Now?"

Brisbane nodded. "We have very important guests and need to meet immediately."

Tyres sinks in his heart: he subconsciously feels wrong.

Selma took a deep breath and, according to the habit of six years, she also replied with respect: "Of course."

Taylors closed his mouth and was a little annoyed: it seems that he can only wait for the afternoon...

But his thoughts were interrupted.

"Please change it, Prince Teres." The regent's gaze fell on him again.

Tyres’s heartbeat almost missed a beat.

"What?" The prince stared in surprise: "I want to go?"

This time, the regent's gaze seemed to be softer, no longer a polite but indifferent review of the past.

It is a worry and warning.

"This time, the guest, he specifically named, want to see you." Brisbane underestimated the authentic.

"Guest? Who?" Taylors narrowed his eyes.

Brisbane looked the same, but clenched his hands: "I believe that you are no stranger to him."

Just listen to the count and open the word:

"The current secondary advisor to the Royal Conference, Chaman's palm priest - the visor of Lhasa Cambya in Munden City."

"I have come to Longyan City this morning."

At that moment, Selma and Tyles were moving.

Listening to the count, including Nie Lai, who wiped his hands in the distance, Rolf and Wye, who were chatting by the wall, were all in unison.

"He took greetings and concerns from Chaman." The words in Brisbane were full of chills and warnings: "And important intelligence."

"To be conveyed to you."

At that moment, it was difficult to hide the different colors of Taylors, turning their heads subconsciously, looking at the Pitlay on the side, wanting to ask him for advice.

However, the thin Lord still smoked his pipe leisurely, his face unchanged.

It seems that it is not unexpected.

(End of this chapter)